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... queen o'the feast ( For , daughter , so you are ) , here take your place : Marshal the rest , as they deserve their grace . Knights . We are honour'd much by good Simonides . Sim . Your presence glads our days ; honour we love , For who ...
... queen o'the feast ( For , daughter , so you are ) , here take your place : Marshal the rest , as they deserve their grace . Knights . We are honour'd much by good Simonides . Sim . Your presence glads our days ; honour we love , For who ...
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... queen with child , makes her desire ( Which who shall cross ? ) along to go ( Omit we all their dole and woe ) ; Lychorida , her nurse , she takes , And so to sea . Their vessel shakes On Neptune's billow ; half the flood Hath their ...
... queen with child , makes her desire ( Which who shall cross ? ) along to go ( Omit we all their dole and woe ) ; Lychorida , her nurse , she takes , And so to sea . Their vessel shakes On Neptune's billow ; half the flood Hath their ...
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... queen ? -Thou storm , thou ! venomously Wilt thou spit all thyself ? -The seaman's whistle Is as a whisper in the ... queen . Per . How ! how , Lychorida ! Lyc . Patience , good sir ; do not assist the storm . Here's all that is left ...
... queen ? -Thou storm , thou ! venomously Wilt thou spit all thyself ? -The seaman's whistle Is as a whisper in the ... queen . Per . How ! how , Lychorida ! Lyc . Patience , good sir ; do not assist the storm . Here's all that is left ...
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... queen must overboard ; the sea works high , the wind is loud , and will not lie till the ship be cleared of the dead . Per . That's your superstition . 1 Sail . Pardon us , sir ; with us at sea it still hath been observed ; and we are ...
... queen must overboard ; the sea works high , the wind is loud , and will not lie till the ship be cleared of the dead . Per . That's your superstition . 1 Sail . Pardon us , sir ; with us at sea it still hath been observed ; and we are ...
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... queen , worth all our mundane cost . Who finds her , give her burying , She was the daughter of a king : Besides this treasure for a fee , The gods requite his charity ! If thou liv'st , Pericles , thou hast a heart [ Reads . That even ...
... queen , worth all our mundane cost . Who finds her , give her burying , She was the daughter of a king : Besides this treasure for a fee , The gods requite his charity ! If thou liv'st , Pericles , thou hast a heart [ Reads . That even ...
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art thou Bawd Benvolio beseech blood Boult Brabantio Capulet Cassio Cleon Cordelia Cyprus daughter dead dear death Desdemona Dionyza dost thou doth duke Edmund Emil Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear fool foul Gent gentleman give Gloster Goneril grief Hamlet hath hear heart heaven hither honest honour Horatio i'the Iago is't Juliet Kent king knave lady Laer Laertes lago Lear letter look lord Lysimachus madam Marina Marry matter Mercutio Michael Cassio mistress ne'er never night noble Nurse Ophelia Othello Pentapolis Pericles poison'd Polonius poor Pr'ythee pray prince Queen Roderigo Romeo SCENE soul speak sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast to-night Tybalt villain weep wife wilt
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Página 62 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me. You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Página 68 - The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See, what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Página 44 - O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd ; Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit ? And all for nothing...
Página 52 - Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor : suit the action to the word, the word to the action ; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature...
Página 8 - Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief, That can denote me truly: These, indeed, seem, For they are actions that a man might play : But I have that within, which passeth show; These, but the trappings and the suits of woe.
Página 25 - Hear, Nature, hear ! dear goddess, hear ! Suspend thy purpose, if thou didst intend To make this creature fruitful ! Into her womb convey sterility ! Dry up in her the organs of increase, And from her derogate body never spring A babe to honour her ! If she must teem, Create her child of spleen, that it may live And be a thwart disnatur'd torment to her ! Let it stamp wrinkles in her brow of youth, With cadent...
Página 38 - I have of late— but wherefore I know not— lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Página 18 - So, oft it chances in particular men, That for some vicious mole of nature in them, As, in their birth, — wherein they are not guilty, Since nature cannot choose his origin, — By the o'ergrowth of some complexion, Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason, Or by some habit that too much o'er-leavens The form of plausive manners; that these men, Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect, Being nature's livery, or fortune's star, Their virtues else, be they as pure as grace, As infinite as...
Página 54 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these? O! I have ta'en Too little care of this. Take physic, pomp; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou may'st shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Página 64 - In the corrupted currents of this world Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice, And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law...